I write!

I like to write fun stuff

[iwrite0]

ABOUT ME

Writing! angst fluff lemon spicy are okay! Smut is a big maybe if a request is sent in and I'm not familiar with a character then I'll reach on my own time!

My first language is Tagalog, Second Spanish, I didn't learn English until much later.

I was born in Quezon city of the Philippines

I like to: write, play different instruments, sing, and compose music.

Masterlist

Taglist ~ Google form

[iwrite0]

TRUST I GOT A 5 ON MY AP WORLD EXAM. I GOT THAT IN THE BAGGGGGGG

LAQ,SAQ,DBQ

AND ALL TRUST TRUST TRUST!!! OVER 30+/55 MULTIPLE CHOICE TRUST TRUST!!!

GOOD LUCK TO ALL MY APUSH STUDENTS TODAY YOU GOT THIS!!!

[iwrite0]

I took my APUSH exam today

I PASSED AND ALL AROUND SAW, DBQ, LAQ, O WAS SO LOCKED IN

[sailorsally]

everyone rejoice, Ao3 is back

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well done everybody for being so brave about it

[fairytwles]

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

[kaletastrophes]

Okay! I said I’m sure!

[iwrite0]

"Are you man enough? "

But it's my mom towering over me, after throwing me when she knows my blood sugar is low and I'm too weak to fight back.

[wordpress-blaze-157856172]

What is CONSCIOUS ENERGY?

Written by Fiona Blenman

What exactly is Conscious Energy? This question remains a challenge for scientists, primarily because conscious energy is highly mobile and invisible in its pure form. It is not a tangible substance that we can physically interact with like a solid object. Since it does not fit into a single state of matter, many believe it can't be adequately described. Yet, this perception is misleading. Scientists have successfully explained other entities that were once imperceptible, for example atoms and microbes.

First, I want to emphasize that the term "conscious energy" suggests that energy has consciousness! This phrase comprises two words representing two fundamentally different ideas. Hence, it's vital to understand that conscious energy is made up of two opposing forces that work together as one.

Consciousness and energy are fundamentally opposite to one another. Consciousness acts as a negative force (-), while energy serves as a positive force (+). I am essentially referring to the contrasting forces existing in all the atoms that constitute the Universe. Together, they form the Yin and Yang duality of nature!

Everything between Consciousness and Energy signifies our perception of the world. We refer to this as Matter, which forms the material aspect of our Universe. 

Matter possesses a neutral charge (-/+) and its physical characteristics change only when there is a shift in Conscious Energy. Consciousness interacts with Energy. This interaction causes a reaction. The reaction results in an expression due to the emission of radiation from an atom's neutrons. Nonetheless, what you perceive is not just a single expression. It is an entire network of expressions. These are generated by the tiny atoms that make up your being. 

The universe strives to keep a balance between Consciousness and Energy! It does this by ensuring that every equation has two sides that are in equilibrium. Nearly every term we use to define our world has an equal and opposite force linked to it, as listed below:

 CONSCIOUSNESS (YIN)ENERGY (YANG)Force:Negative (electrons) -Positive (protons) +Gender:Feminine (Goddess)Masculine (God)Elements:Air and WaterEarth and FireState of Matter:Cold and Moist (Fluid)Hot and Firm (Solid)Time:NightDayCelestial body:MoonSunEmbodiment:MindSpiritPure form:WisdomLoveEarth representation:Wind, OceansRock, LavaPurpose:Guides, NurturesBuilds, ProtectsBehaviour:Passive, StillAssertive, Active

By dividing the notion of conscious energy into two distinct forces, we notice how they interact through polarity. We can start to view our world from a new perspective. This perspective acknowledges that the principles governing conscious energy apply to all aspects of existence.

Conscious Energy is the universal heartbeat that sustains its rhythm and vitality. Understanding that life was created for the universe and vice versa, we begin to appreciate the existence of two distinct forces that shape everything in existence. Now, we're presented with the conclusion that these forces are known as consciousness and energy!

Consciousness represents the “mind”, which interacts with everything outside of the body. Our brains are the body’s receptors to thought, of which becomes the powerhouse for logic and imagination. More intense thoughts depend on more energy to drive the intention behind these thoughts. The thought will always come first, to influence matter to perform a certain purpose that the “mind” desires. This triggers energy to be pulled from the body’s core towards the material it’s trying to influence. Thus, our ability to manipulate our environment becomes real through our mind’s power to direct energy to where it’s needed.

Energy, on the other hand, represents the “spirit” that fuels the body! Everything that we take into our bodies can alter the energy levels that we harness. Through our thoughts, the food that we eat, and the way we expend our energy through action and behaviour can influence our overall wellbeing based on an individual’s energy levels. By learning to utilise our energy efficiently will result in happier and more fulfilling lives. Energy is always stored internally, waiting for a signal from the brain, which will pull the required amount of energy from every cell to manipulate matter to reach the desired outcome.

I've spent more than the past decade observing the bahaviour and characteristics of Conscious Energy, based on the above principles, and I'm here to reveal these findings to help you become an observer of literally everything through a new lens or perspective! 

Be sure to like and subscribe to my blog if you wish to stay connected. Feel free to add your comments for discussion below. Thank you for reading!

Source: What is CONSCIOUS ENERGY?

[iwrite0]

im slowly spiraling into insanity

[yuurivoice]

Ridiculous day of internet, tbh.

Just saw a presidential address on Twitter that was 100% AI, after seeing the video of that loser getting popped. Jokes at such a rapid, relentless pace it could make your heads spin.

Things might get a lot worse as they martyr the most mediocre white man you could ever imagine.

It's all so exhausting. Fuckin...look after yourselves. Take time to love your people and step away for a bit.

Fucking hell.

[iwrite0]

Pro Hero Saraphim (Angel like healing hero ) and Hawks Arranged marriage

me when i have this really really long hawks fic I'm almost done with

I'll slap it here when its done

[iwrite0]

I have like

Hell a drafts

I'm proof reading all of them right now, and we'll start scheduling them to be posted throughout the next coming days

Feel free to request or read my stuff here!

[mutualmango]

[bloodraven55]

if nobody got me i know girls kissing in anime got me

[iwrite0]

LET ME BE GAY AND HAPPY

[iwrite0]

"Salt in the Wound"

Mina Ashido x Reader

...I'm to gay for this

cw; religious trauma and mentions of emotional abuse

MASTERLIST AND REQUESTS

You used to think love was supposed to be pure. Neat. Approved by a higher power before it could bloom. That’s what you were taught, at least—Sunday after Sunday, sermon after sermon, whispers about “sin” like it was something that could cling to you just for looking at the wrong person for too long.

And then Mina Ashido grinned at you like the sun had decided it preferred your orbit.

It had been messy from the start—your feelings tangling themselves into something warm and dangerous, your guilt latching onto them like thorns. You’d told yourself over and over: It’s wrong. You’re wrong. And still, Mina kept showing up, with her laugh that curled in your chest and her endless ways of making you feel like maybe you were worth knowing.

You’d been dating for over a year now, tucked safely into the UA dorms where the weight of your parents’ beliefs couldn’t reach you. You were healing, or at least trying to. Mina was patient with you—holding your hand in the hallways only when you were ready, leaning in for a kiss only if she saw you lean first. She knew how much you’d been taught to hate yourself. She knew you were learning to stop.

And for the most part, things were good.

The picture had felt harmless at the time. You’d been sitting on Mina’s lap in the common room, both of you mid-laugh, when she pulled you in for a quick kiss. Someone had snapped it—probably Kaminari, judging by the blur of the shot—and Mina had posted it later with a caption like “my favorite human 💖”.

It was just a picture. And in the dorms, it felt safe.

You forgot. You forgot they followed you. You forgot how quick they could turn your joy into something ugly.

The message came late that night. One from your mom. Then another. Then three more.

What is this? Tell me this isn’t what it looks like. We raised you better than this. God is watching you. You’re throwing your life away.

Your breath hitched with every new notification until you had to put your phone down because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Your chest felt tight—too tight—like you were seventeen again, sitting in the pew, hearing the pastor spit words about “unnatural” people and knowing they were talking about someone like you.

You didn’t realize Mina had walked in until her hand brushed yours. “Hey,” she said softly, smile dimming when she saw your face. “What happened?”

You tried to answer, but the words tangled in your throat. “My parents… they saw the picture.”

Mina’s expression shifted—anger, worry, then something gentler. “Do you want me to—”

“No,” you cut in too fast, too sharp. You didn’t want her to see. You didn’t want her to hear their words and think they were true.

But she stayed anyway, sliding down onto the floor beside your bed and taking your trembling hands into her own. “It’s okay,” she murmured, even though you could see her jaw clench. “You’re okay. They don’t get to take this from you.”

Her voice cracked just slightly on the last word, and that was enough to undo you. Tears blurred your vision until you could barely see her pink hair, her dark, steady eyes.

“I feel dirty,” you whispered. “Like maybe they’re right. Maybe—”

“Stop,” Mina said firmly, and she reached up to cup your face, grounding you. “You are not wrong for loving me or anyone else. You are not wrong for being you. You’ve been told lies your whole life, and it’s not your fault they still hurt.”

Her thumb swiped at your cheek, catching your tears before it could fall. “You’ve been healing,” she reminded you, voice softening. “This doesn’t erase that. It doesn’t undo who you’ve become. And I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You nodded, though your chest still ached. She climbed onto the bed, pulling you into her arms, letting you cry into her shoulder until the panic began to ebb.

Outside the dorm room, the world still held their judgment. But here—in Mina’s arms—you could breathe again.

And maybe tomorrow, you’d block their numbers. Maybe tomorrow, you’d stop apologizing for the way your heart had chosen her.

But tonight, you just let yourself be held.

[angelbabymikaa]

You seem to care a lot about trans people for being cis yourself

local internet dumbass discovers what empathy is

[bat-mom-writer]

Rage and Redemption: Part 18

Dad Bruce Wayne x reader daughter

Summery: you come home, everyone is over joyed that you're safe

rating: fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 19?

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Nightwing pulled up to Wayne Manor, with you sitting behind him on his bike,

You could feel your heart racing, a mix of fear and excitement. This was your home, but it felt like a lifetime ago since you had been there. The night had been a whirlwind of confusion and horror, and now, as the reality of what had happened started to sink in, the only thing you wanted was to be safe in your own bed.

“Here we are!” he cheered, stopping the bike right in front of the house. He lifted you off quickly, all smooth and practiced. “There you go, safe and sound. Gotta run, you know, people to save, all that jazz,” he added, trying to keep it light. “You know the drill—stay safe, don’t walk alone, and steer clear of anyone who looks like they could be named after a playing card or a holiday.” He talked really fast, his words tumbling over each other like a river in flood.

“Mr. Nightwing,” you mutter, your voice shaking.

He turns to you, his smile fading as he reads the fear in your eyes. “You okay?” he asks, his tone dropping a few octaves.

“Is…Mr. Wayne… still… mad at me?” You asked Nightwing, your voice small and trembling.

The incident at school was almost forgot to Dick. And while he wanted to rip his mask off and give you the warmest embrace, he knew he couldn’t. He had his secret identity to keep, and you had a life of innocence to maintain. So, sliding off his bike, he knelt down and held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mr. Wayne’s just worried about you. But he's not mad, he just wants to make sure you're okay."

With that, he gave you a gentle nudge towards the door of the manor. You took a tentative step, the cobblestone path feeling foreign under your sneakers. The warm light of the house beckoned you, promising a reprieve from the coldness of the world outside.

As you approached the grand entrance, Alfred Pennyworth, the ever-faithful butler, flung the door open. "Miss, thank heavens you're alright!" He exclaimed, immediately rushing over to embrace you with all the warmth and care of a loving grandparent. You buried your face in his crisp, clean shirt, inhaling the familiar scent of the manor. His embrace felt like a sanctuary, a stark contrast to the chaos that had been your world only moments before.

“Are you hurt? Let me see,” Alfred’s words were gentle as he pulled back, his eyes scanning your face and clothes, which were still smudged with soot and grime from the fire. He took in the state of your clothes, the fear in your eyes, and the tremble in your body, his concern growing with each second.

“I’m sorry, Alfred,” you whisper, your voice muffled against his shirt. You could feel his warmth and care, a stark contrast to the coldness that had seeped into your bones from the fire. “I wouldn’t ever break another glass again, just please don’t make me go back to school.”

Alfred 's eyes searched yours, the weight of your words heavy on his heart. "Miss, you can break as many plates, cups, vases as much as you want," he said with a gentle chuckle, "But you must never run away again, do you understand me? Mr. Wayne was beside himself with worry. We all were.”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I won't," you promised, your voice cracking. "I'm sorry, Alfred."

Alfred's expression softened, his sternness fading away. "Come now, let's get you cleaned up and feed, I saved you a cup of tea,” he smiles, guiding you gently inside. The warmth of the manor enveloped you like a comforting blanket, the grandeur of the foyer offering a great sense of comfort then to the chaos of the outside world.

Damian stood there, his arms crossed and expression carefully blank, but his posture was stiff—uncertain. His green eyes flicked over you, taking in the soot on your clothes, the tremble in your shoulders.

“You… look ridiculous,” he muttered at last, the insult clearly forced. He shifted his weight awkwardly before adding, quieter, “But… I’m glad you’re back.”

You blinked at him, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “That’s actually the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said quickly, defensiveness creeping into his voice. But then, softer, he added, “Father was… very worried.”

His gaze flickered to the floor before he spoke again, even quieter this time. “So was I.”

Your chest warmed at his words despite how awkward they sounded. “I’m glad to be back,” you whispered, your voice soft but sincere.

The small moment lingered—brief, awkward, but undeniably sincere—Then, a flash of red and black streaked past the banister—Dick, dressed in his hoodie and sweatpants, his eyes wild with worry.

“Master Dick, miss—“ Alfred began, but Dick had already had you in his arms, lifting you off the ground in a fierce bear hug.

“You’re okay!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking with relief. “You’re okay!” Dick’s arms tightened around you, and you could feel the tension in his body, the fear he had felt now morphing into a fierce protectiveness. You clung to him, the tears that had threatened to fall now streaming down your face.

Lifting you up, his arms holding you close, and his hand slides your hair away from your face as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you, I wouldn’t anything to happen to you.” Dick’s voice was shaky, the fear of losing you evident.

You melt into his embrace, feeling a sense of security that you hadn’t felt since the fire. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten into a fight with the bully, she just made fun of you and Bruce and I got so mad and—“

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Dick whispers, against your cheek, a comforting beat that grounds you as you cling to him. “You’re okay now. That’s all that matters.”

He holds you tighter, his chest rising and falling with each of your shaky breaths.

The sound of approaching steps echoed through the grand foyer, and you looked up to see Bruce Wayne, your adoptive father, descending the stairs. His eyes searched the room, filled with a fierce determination that softened when they met yours. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his face etched with concern and the beginnings of relief.

"Master Bruce," Alfred called out, his voice a mix of urgency and relief. "Miss is back, safe and sound."

You felt a gentle loosening of Dick's embrace and your feet touch the cool marble floor of the grand hallway. Your legs wobbled a bit as you took a step away from him, but you managed to stay upright. Your eyes searched for Bruce, finding him standing tall at the bottom of the staircase, his gaze locked on yours. You took a deep breath and began to walk towards him, each step feeling like it was through quicksand, slow and heavy.

As you approached, he moved faster than you thought possible, striding over to you, his footsteps echoing through the grand hallway like thunder in a quiet meadow. For a moment, you thought he might be mad at you for running away, for scaring him and Alfred. But instead, he dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours with a tenderness you hadn’t seen in a long time. His hands reached out tentatively, as if he was afraid you might break.

“Are you alright—?” He began, but before he could finish his question, you threw your arms around his neck, squeezing him tight. The sobs that had been threatening to break free from your chest finally escaped, shaking your small body as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You could feel the tension in his body dissipate as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace that was so comforting, it was like being wrapped in the warmest, most secure blanket in the world.

The warmth of his hug washed over you, the fear and anger slowly draining away, replaced by a deep, profound sadness that filled every part of you. The fire had taken so much from you—your home, your family, your sense of belonging.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce’s voice was thick with emotion, his grip around you tightening. “This is all my fault. If I had just been there sooner, if I had been able to stop the Joker…” he trailed off, his voice breaking. “Please, never run off again. You have no idea how scared we were, how much we need you safe here with us.”

You clung to Bruce, the warmth of his embrace offering a temporary balm to the pain in your soul. His words resonated deep within you, the guilt and fear that had been festering since the night of the fire now bubbling to the surface. "I promise, dad," you whispered through your tears, your voice muffled against his suit.

Bruce's eyes widened slightly at the word 'dad', a look of shock and surprise flashing across his features. He glanced up at the others, Dick, who was now grinning ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It was clear he had heard your slip of the tongue, and the delight in his gaze was unmistakable.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Bruce said, gently scooping you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs. You felt a warmth spread through your chest at the feel of his strong arms around you. It had been so long since you'd felt truly safe, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to revel in the sensation.

Part 19?

Going to be honest, kind of unsure what else to do. Obviously, haven't brought in Tim or even Barbera, and I still could do a batman identity reveal. But for a story line, I feel like I'm just trying to suck as much life out of this story as possible.

Think I should just let the story go? I want honest opinions!